LIGHTS OF THE PRESENT, NOT OF OTHER DAYS.
'Tis moonlight where the silver waters stray,
'Tis safety-light in mines or caverns deep;
'Tis waxlight at the dinner-party gay,
'Tis rushlight in the room where mortals sleep.
'Tis candlelight in many a parlour neat,
Where father, mother, children, sit at tea:
'Tis gaslight in the office, shop, and street,
'Tis twilight when the muffin-boy we see.
'Tis skylight in the high and vaulted dome,
'Tis Bengal light where ships in danger toss,
'Tis Bude light where the Pall Mall loungers roam,
And it is Boccius light at Charing Cross.
